GHOST HUNT (the Prequel)

[copyrights]

Who: YOU
Where: THE GAME TOWER
When: NOW!!!

[You arrive to the game tower where today, the atmosphere seems to be quite s~p~o~o~k~y. Fog seems to cover the entire floor area and any visible area of the tower is covered by things like (fake) spiderwebs and also (fake) spiders hanging around in (fake) trees.

It would probably feel a little more spookier if it wasn't for the fact that music is blaring throughout the tower. Someone is a host today, but it's impossible to tell whom considering they're covered in a white sheet with holes cut out for eyes.

Until they talk anyway.]

I GOT A ★~★~PROMOTION~★~★

To host the greatest haunted house party that you can imagine!! But w-w-w-wait, haunted houses are s-scary! I don't wanna make you guys get too scared so we'll start small . . .

Small . . . tiny . . . miniscule . . .

It's still gonna be dangerous though!! Ghosts are PRETTY uncontrollable, ya know~? I've seen SAWoleen XVI, I know how it goes!!

Comments

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

I...

[She hesitates, considering]

...When was the last time you slept?

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Just as long, this time]

[What it finally reads is:]

dude

low blow

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

Oh--

[She looks at the journal, and at the corpse, and at thin air since ghosts aren't real enough to be visible, and plops back down next to him]

...Oh.

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The journal nudges itself toward her]

[A question mark appears, this time]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[She's not exactly sure where to look; ends up staring past the hands limp in her lap, head bowed]

...Sorry.

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The writing takes a long time; the pen drops once, while he works]

[But what finally comes through is:]

aint ur fault

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[She doesn't look up; there's nothing to look at, anyway]

Shoulda done my job 'stead of trying to grandstand. Maybe this woulda turned out different.

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It takes longer to write, this time, but eventually:]

u were standing up to it same as me

it was just the luck of the draw

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[Her head sinks further]

Shouldn't've let you be there in the first place...

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Some more considerable effort produces]

we were literally locked in the room

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[No response, instead just curling her arms tight around her knees again]

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The writing is getting slower, as though it's becoming more difficult with him, but eventually he manages:]

it aint ur fault

[An underline appears beneath "ain't"]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[More silence. Then:]

...If you only go so much ghost strength, don't waste it.

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Another couple of underlines, for good measure]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[Sorry, too busy huddling up into her knees to read ghost notes. Maybe the game will eventually end at least]

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[That doesn't stop him from getting a good half a page in, painstakingly, with a great deal of trial and failure, before he realizes she isn't looking and probably doesn't plan to]

[The pen wobbles again and falls, mid-word, and this time he doesn't bother to pick it up]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[Sorry bud, just gotta hang out with thoughts and corpse for a while]

[That while approximately lasting until somebody moves corpse, honestly, unless something more spoopy than ghost writer interrupts]

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Possibly there is ghost speech going on, too, but of course she can't hear it]

[It goes on for a long while, honestly; he has plenty of practice talking to people who can't see or hear him. And if perhaps it edges over into desperate after a while, well - he has plenty of practice at that, too]

[It's probably fine]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[Probably!]

[For her part, she stays with her face buried in her knees, shoulders sagging]

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He stops trying, eventually]

[His face isn't hidden by anything, but that's probably fine, too. No one can see it, anyway, to tell if the cheeks are wet]



[Eventually, though, almost tentative, a cold spot comes to settle beside her]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[She shivers, but eventually leans into the cold spot, careful]

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It spreads over her side, as though leaning carefully in]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[Relaxes, slow]

...Sorry.

Re: End Game

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The cold shifts, a little - closes over her hand, and grows briefly more intense]

Re: End Game

[unbr8kable]

[Another shiver, and she moves her hand to rest more to her side, as if someone could hold it with her, rather than her sitting alone between a cold spot and a dead body.

She opens her mouth as if to say something else, but just shuts her mouth instead, leaning more into the chill]